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Victory 2004

The Notorious B.I.G.

Victory 2004

2004

Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp

Victory 2004

The Notorious B.I.G.

Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary: The Hits

2004

Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp

that bitch put the shit in her mouth (in her mouth)
Hit from the back, made that bitch just say ouch (wow)
Uh, seven thousand for my bedsheets
Hit her

want it non-stop
Seven rounds in, she steady screaming, daddy, don't stop
This bitch crazy every time she texting me, she tell me I'm on block
Switch it

three’s, like I’m Steph Curry
In the Lamb, in a hurry
Fuck on your bitch while she
Sniff that perc’ I’m slurping
I might hit that ass again, that bitch curvy

potion
Fuck you, your friends
They got guns to their heads
Fuck you little bitch
I'll put a knife straight through your neck
Heartbreak hurts more when she

Dope Boy Magic

Yung Joc

New Joc City [Clean]

2006

the seven
Nigga keep ya chirp on alert just like nine eleven the
12 kreepin threw the hood like jason keep it moven
Friday 13th but bitch this ain't

come with a wire
Tre fifty seven that bitch shootin fire
You gotta red dot my green dot is brighter
Money the motive I never get tired
Black Money

give’em shit to eat
We bought that cheese
Boyz in the hood are always
Hard you come talkin’ shit
We put you in the card you
Can cure my last year bitch

as this bitch start to make me mad, I need a new bitch

Pull up by the AR like a nigga shootin' a pool stick
Nigga got like seven can guns, girl, a two can

I can't call it
It's goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is
The raw shit never rewarded

We bust guns
My mans bring coke through customs
Rock

minutes he did it, if he knew how to freestyle
He could've rented Heaven for seven minutes and been done
But needed to be done by the second sentence
All

rockin
Leaving your bitch jockin' but I ain't got time
I'm joggin
Collecting profits, don't give a fuck
What time the clock says
That shit is nonsense
I'm

Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched

Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch

In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make

age
Seen all my n***** front page 
Taking this shit day by day 
Reminiscing all my n***** looking at all they pictures (pictures)
Gone kill all they

five blunt I been high
I was getting seven twenty five in the airport just to get by
Use to fuck with him but he switch sides
Bought a qp think I'm rich

to the top
Talking getting topped off with my top back
By a bad bottom bitch
Telling suckas top that
I'm a West Side Long Beach California Native
Fuck what you

have to wake up every morning living my life
And thinking why the fuck I'm still alive when I have a knife
So I'll be dead once again by 7am
When i throw

telling us to stop but not getting involved cuz they ain't on badness

Two four seven three six five
Live my life the way how I want it  anyway
They ask me

Shooting homes just over slight disrespect
7th grade they shot up my nigga home
Bullets wizzing right by the 5-year-old
Went to school next day with new

a wristband
Don't disrupt the plan
I need things just to be like this
Trying to get controlled chaos
In my fucking consciousness
I'm awesome bitch
Hundreds

and lyricism
You wanna take him down a peg but know that the mirrors did him
Cracked like an egg, the reflect of intellect

Seven years bad luck but to me you

gun show, yeah, you better not hide it

Chosen one, I'm the one that's gon' blow, yeah, so get behind me, that's fasho
You gon' need a bad bitch if you

G Season

T.I.

Hustle Music, Vol. 18

you with it, you done
I'm a keep it a 100, you better get you a gun
Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk

I'm